"The Golden Apple Tree was originally a sacred tree brought by Gaia, the Mother of the Earth, from the West Coast to congratulate her son Zeus and daughter Hera on their wedding, and it was full of golden apples."

"The gods eat it, and they can enhance their own divine power."

"This sacred tree is so precious, Hera, the queen of heaven, asked Sister Hesperides to take care of the golden apple tree in the orchard and entrusted the three sisters to take care of the golden apple tree for her, and let the hundred-headed dragon Ladong guard it!"

Old Witt talked.

"You mean to let me find this thing?" William looked at old Witt like a fool.

If he had the ability to get the golden apple from these hundred-headed dragons, Hera, and Zeus, the god-king, would he still need the qualifications of magical affinity?

"Of course not, Lord Zorro!" Old Witt shook his head, "Mount Olympus has fallen, and the golden apple tree in the garden of the gods is long gone!" ”

William rolled his eyes, then you are still so excited.

Old Witt quickly realized that he had overdone it, smiled awkwardly, and remedied, "Lord Zorro, the real golden apple tree in the garden of the gods is gone, but in the human world, there is still a child of a golden apple. Although the effect is not as good as that of a real golden apple, it still allows Lord Zorro to gain the ability to communicate with magic. ”

"Where?" William asked straight to the point.

"I don't know!" Old Witt replied very directly.

William glared at old Witt dissatisfied, as he did every time he spoke.

Angry, Old Witt's body was cold, and he didn't dare to say that he left half of it again, and said quickly like fried beans, "Lord Zorro, this is the message I heard from my father's father. The golden apple tree, he said, was planted in the royal gardens of a powerful country. But which country, my father's father did not tell me. ”

"Lord Zorro, you are a lucky man, maybe you will know its whereabouts later."

After listening to Old Witt's words, William sighed helplessly, "Okay. ”

The energy structure diagram of the "animal companion" circulated by the Witt family was in William's hands, but he saw it in a fog, and his hair was confused, and he didn't react at all.

William's desire to learn magic had to be dismissed, and William could not learn the enchantment techniques that Gervit had learned from his teacher, because he had neither magic nor blood.

But William stayed at Old Witt's house.

On the one hand, William consumes his own life energy to inject Freya with life energy seeds, and needs to be cultivated, on the other hand, William is waiting for someone!

William is waiting for the third son of the Witt family, Mark Witt.

If nothing else, Markwitt will get a stick from his teacher that can automatically hit people.

William had coveted this for a long time.

Time passed.

Phuket City, the hideaway of the reveler's innkeeper Galia, is filled with a strong smell of corpses that lasts for a long time.

Black-clad city guards surrounded the place.

In the cellar, Galia's corpse was crawling with disgusting maggots, round and white, crawling out of Galia's dead eyes, open mouth, nostrils, and ears.

Next to him stood Jean, the boss of the Boogie City Guard, a big man with a golden beard and a grim face, the one who was deceived by William in the first place.

A city guard soldier walked in with Galia's wife.

As soon as she saw Galia's body, Galia's wife's face turned pale, and then she was so weak that she was about to fall, but the little soldier next to her looked at it and helped her with difficulty, so she didn't fall down.

When Galia's wife came to her senses, her tears flowed uncontrollably, and she couldn't stop crying.

"Grisha, if you want your husband to die forever, you can keep crying." Jean said with a blank face.

Galia's wife, Grissa, was a wise man, and when she heard this, her tears suddenly froze, and she looked at Jean with teary eyes.

Jean nodded secretly, and in a tone without a trace of emotion, he interrogated, "Let me ask you, has your husband been at odds with anyone recently?" “

Grissa thought for a moment, shook her head, and suddenly nodded again, followed by another shake.

Jean frowned, "Is there any?" ”

"Lord Jean, apart from the fact that some time ago, a person came to the door to make trouble, other than that, I don't know anything else. Gallia doesn't tell me a lot of things! ”

"Trouble at home?"

"It's the thief who slandered Galia for stealing his table!" Glisa still had tears in her eyes and replied.

Jean's gaze swept over an open space in the cellar, where the marks of four small table legs remained, out of place in the surroundings.

Combined with what had happened before, Jean suddenly came to his senses.

What the man said was true, his magical table had really been stolen by Galia.

Jean sneered and said, "Maybe that person didn't slander Galia!" “

"Master Jean......" Grissa was a little dissatisfied.

Jean was furious in his heart, but he didn't show it, and he still looked cold.

"Grisa, I have to say, your husband, Mr. Galia, is a clever fellow who even lied to me! Hehehe......" Jean sneered.

"Lord Jean, I don't know what you mean, the Reveler's Lodge has always been kind to every one of its guests......"

"Grissa, do you want to face the city lord directly?" Jean interrupted Glisa without showing any emotion.

Hearing the words of the city lord, Grissa shivered all over, looked very scared, and shook her head desperately, "No, Lord Jean. I mean, there's no need to let the lord know. It really doesn't have to be. The lord of the castle is busy enough. Let's not bother him. ”

The more Grissa spoke, the more frightened she became, and at last her voice took on a crying tone.

"Then answer me honestly!" Jean said coldly.

"Yes, Lord Jean!" Grissa looked down and replied.

"How long has Glya been missing?"

"Three days!"

"Did you do anything special before you disappeared?"

"Nope! The hotel is always busy every day! ”

"So something strange happened three days ago?"

"Three days ago? It seems that there is none, everything is normal! Grissa thought for a moment, shook her head, and replied.

Suddenly, she remembered something and hurriedly added.

"Oh, by the way, there was a distinguished guest at the inn that day!"

"Distinguished guests? Who? Jean asked, raising a frown.

"Zorro!"

"Zorro? The light of justice? “

"Yes, Master Jean."

"Why did Zorro go to your hotel?" Jean had also heard of Zorro, the Light of Justice, but had never seen him. A look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself.

Grissa was already frightened by the name of the city lord at this time, and she didn't dare not answer, "This...... I don't know. Perhaps, he was just tired and needed a break, so he took care of our hostel. ”

Griesha gave her guess.

"Well......" Jean asked noncommittally, "what does he look like?" ”

He ...... Zorro? He wore a black cloak and a mustache on his mouth......" replied Grisa, after a moment's pause.

Jean's mind was shocked, like lightning streaking across the night sky, and he suddenly remembered the two people he had met outside Boogie City, and asked in a somewhat hurried tone, "Is he following a woman next to him?" ”

"That's right! How do you know, Lord Jean? Have you seen them too? Grissa nodded and asked curiously.

"Yes! I've seen them! Jean's tone was deep, his eyes deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Jean asked, "What about them?" ”

"Gone! The next day they left. Griesha replied.

"Hehehe......" Jean sneered, he remembered what William said about running north, and his reputation for chivalry, although there was no evidence, but his intuition told him that this so-called Zorro must have something to do with Galia's death.

Maybe it was the young man who had been stolen from the magical table to complain to the Light of Justice, who did justice for him?

The more Gene thought about it, the more likely he felt, he pursed his lips and asked, "What about Zorro?" Where did it go? ”

"I don't know!" Grissa replied truthfully.

"Useless stuff!" Jean glared at Grissa fiercely.

Grissa hung her head suddenly, not daring to speak.

Having lost her husband, she became even more vulnerable.

Jean thought for a moment and said, "Follow me!" ”

"Let's go? Where to go? Grissa looked up and looked at Jean in bewilderment.

"Come with me to meet the Castle Lord!" A cruel smile appeared on Jean's face.

Grisha's face froze suddenly, and she exclaimed, "No! I'm not going! ”

Retreat as you talk!

"Take her away!" Jean was not polite, and ordered directly to the soldiers of the city guard.

The guards immediately grabbed Grissa and followed Jean in the direction of the Lord's Mansion.